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She Was Plump, With Dyed Red Hair And A Face So Caked With Cosmetics That The Floor Of The Amazon Jungle Probably Saw More Natural Light.

We All Have Our Routines," He Said Softly."but They Must Have A Purpose And Provide An Outcome That We Can See And Take Some Comfort From, Or Else They Have No Use At All. Without That, They Are Like The Endless Pacings Of A Caged Animal. If They Are Not Madness Itself, Then They Are A Prelude To It.

“you Don't Have Much Faith In People, Do You?” Said David. “i Don't Have Much Faith In Anything,” Roland Replied. “not Even In Myself.”

You Mean They Killed Her?" Asked David. They Ate Her," Said Brother Number One. "with Porridge. That's What 'ran Away And Was Never Seen Again' Means In These Parts. It Means 'eaten.'" Um And What About 'happily Ever After'?" Asked David, A Little Uncertainly. "what Does That Mean?" Eaten Quickly," Said Brother Number One.

I Think The Act Of Reading Imbues The Reader With A Sensitivity Toward The Outside World That People Who Don't Read Can Sometimes Lack. I Know It Seems Like A Contradiction In Terms; After All Reading Is Such A Solitary, Internalizing Act That It Appears To Represent A Disengagement From Day-to-day Life. But Reading, And Particularly The Reading Of Fiction, Encourages Us To View The World In New And Challenging Ways...it Allows Us To Inhabit The Consciousness Of Another Which Is A Precursor To Empathy, And Empathy Is, For Me, One Of The Marks Of A Decent Human Being.